Tag: fears
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The Sun Will Shine Again
As much as I’m uncomfortable with the dark, the space right before dawn, where dark gives way to light, where what was hidden becomes seen, is my favorite time of day. Here in Florida, the anticipation of the sun is a daily happening. Rare are the days that are completely cloudy and the sun doesn’t…
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Pleasure And Pain–Is There A Difference?
John was out of town, and three of my sons-in-law were at a college soccer game. Which left my daughter and me with five kids. Dinnertime. Not feeling in the mood to cook–I’m not sure I ever feel in that mood anymore–we decided to take the kids to Chick-fil-A. Family Night. A master of balloon…
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To Speak Or Not To Speak–That’s The Problem
I’m not afraid of snakes or spiders. I am, however, quite fearful of the dark (still) and of being alone for extended periods of time. Fear equals loss of rational thinking. One thing that defies rationality is my fear of speaking. Publicly. It may be hard to believe that I, with so many words and opinions–and…
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I’m Just Not That Pedicurious
I get kidded a lot about the shoes I wear. I’ve never been one who has a love for shoes–even though I birthed a few with shoe fetishes. I’ve always been more comfortable with, well, being comfortable. My shoes of choice are typically well-worn tennis shoes or soccer flops. Living in Florida, where wet happens…
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